Cold Fire

Misty blue eyes
Cold december
Red Flag, white Jeans
Full moon and star ships

Freezing fire, burning ice
Turnin lead into Gold
Combustible matter
Atomic indifference
Let's go see donatella
To get us fitted

At the crossroads
Just standing there
Look to the left then the right
Just looking

You tried to steal my heart
Then it consumed you
Now you are stuck
And i am closed
Tough luck
My little Gigolo

On a side Note
Leave your presence
Follow me but keep your distance
Too close might give you blisters

My eyes have a life of their own
Tears Flow even when I dont feel low
I refuse to try anymore
I have made my choice for valor

Impromptu mysteries
Look so good in tifannys
Cold fire, Scorching Ice
I roll the weed, you roll the Dice